Read Heart felt letter written by Iranian woman before she was hanged.

27 year old Reyhaney Jabbari was executed on Saturday
October 25th by hanging in Iran seven years after she killed a
man that she claimed had attempted to rape her.

Before she was killed, Reyhaney wrote a very emotional letter
to her mother, asking that her organs be donated to those
who need them.

The full text of the letter was translated by the National
Council of Resistance of Iran:

Dear Sholeh, today I learned that it is now my turn to
face Qisas (the Iranian regime's law of retribution). I am
hurt as to why you did not let me know yourself that I
have reached the last page of the book of my life. Don’t
you think that I should know? You know how ashamed I
am that you are sad. Why did you not take the chance
for me to kiss your hand and that of dad?

The world allowed me to live for 19 years. That ominous
night it was I that should have been killed. My body
would have been thrown in some corner of the city, and
after a few days, the police would have taken you to the
coroner’s office to identify my body and there you would
also learn that I had been raped as well. The murderer
would have never been found since we don’t have their
wealth and their power. Then you would have continued
your life suffering and ashamed, and a few years later
you would have died of this suffering and that would
have been that.

However, with that cursed blow the story changed. My
body was not thrown aside, but into the grave of Evin
Prison and its solitary wards, and now the grave-like
prison of Shahr-e Ray. But give in to the fate and don’t
complain. You know better that death is not the end of
life.

You taught me that one comes to this world to gain an
experience and learn a lesson and with each birth a
responsibility is put on one’s shoulder. I learned that
sometimes one has to fight. I do remember when you
told me that the carriage man protested the man who
was flogging me, but the flogger hit the lash on his head
and face that ultimately led to his death. You told me
that for creating a value one should persevere even if one
dies.

You taught us that as we go to school one should be a
lady in face of the quarrels and complaints. Do you
remember how much you underlined the way we behave?
Your experience was incorrect. When this incident
happened, my teachings did not help me. Being
presented in court made me appear as a cold-blooded
murderer and a ruthless criminal. I shed no tears. I did
not beg. I did not cry my head off since I trusted the
law.

But I was charged with being indifferent in face of a
crime. You see, I didn’t even kill the mosquitoes and I
threw away the cockroaches by taking them by their
antennas. Now I have become a premeditated murderer.
My treatment of the animals was interpreted as being
inclined to be a boy and the judge didn’t even trouble
himself to look at the fact that at the time of the
incident I had long and polished nails.

How optimistic was he who expected justice from the
judges! He never questioned the fact that my hands are
not coarse like those of a sportswoman, especially a
boxer. And this country that you planted its love in me
never wanted me and no one supported me when under
the blows of the interrogator I was crying out and I was
hearing the most vulgar terms. When I shed the last sign
of beauty from myself by shaving my hair I was
rewarded: 11 days in solitary.

Dear Sholeh, don’t cry for what you are hearing. On the
first day that in the police office an old unmarried agent
hurt me for my nails I understood that beauty is not
looked for in this era. The beauty of looks, beauty of
thoughts and wishes, a beautiful handwriting, beauty of
the eyes and vision, and even beauty of a nice voice.
My dear mother, my ideology has changed and you are
not responsible for it. My words are unending and I gave
it all to someone so that when I am executed without
your presence and knowledge, it would be given to you. I
left you much handwritten material as my heritage.
However, before my death I want something from you,
that you have to provide for me with all your might and
in any way that you can. In fact this is the only thing I
want from this world, this country and you. I know you
need time for this. Therefore, I am telling you part of my
will sooner. Please don’t cry and listen. I want you to go
to the court and tell them my request. I cannot write
such a letter from inside the prison that would be
approved by the head of prison; so once again you have
to suffer because of me. It is the only thing that if even
you beg for it I would not become upset although I have
told you many times not to beg to save me from being
executed.

My kind mother, dear Sholeh, the one more dear to me
than my life, I don’t want to rot under the soil. I don’t
want my eye or my young heart to turn into dust. Beg so
that it is arranged that as soon as I am hanged my
heart, kidney, eye, bones and anything that can be
transplanted be taken away from my body and given to
someone who needs them as a gift. I don’t want the
recipient know my name, buy me a bouquet, or even pray
for me. I am telling you from the bottom of my heart that
I don’t want to have a grave for you to come and mourn
there and suffer. I don’t want you to wear black clothing
for me. Do your best to forget my difficult days. Give me
to the wind to take away.

The world did not love us. It did not want my fate. And
now I am giving in to it and embrace the death. Because
in the court of God I will charge the inspectors, I will
charge inspector Shamlou, I will charge judge, and the
judges of country’s Supreme Court that beat me up
when I was awake and did not refrain from harassing
me. In the court of the creator I will charge Dr. Farvandi,
I will charge Qassem Shabani and all those that out of
ignorance or with their lies wronged me and trampled on
my rights and didn’t pay heed to the fact that sometimes what appears as reality is different from it.

Dear soft-hearted Sholeh, in the other world it is you and
me who are the accusers and others who are the
accused.
Let’s see what God wants. I wanted to embrace you until I die. I love you.